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FF – Think it Through

July 24, 2019 68 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Sandra Crook.

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Copyright Sandra Crook


“It’ll be amazing, my love! We shall live as in Steam Age times! We shall eschew modern technology and replicate a simpler time!”

… Christ… “I don’t know. I rather like my home digital assistant…” … last week it was ‘open a meditation retreat’…

“Steam trains, washing in the stream, clean air, making our own entertainment…”

The train went past. They began to hack and cough, smoke filling their lungs.

“As I was saying, my love… dirty transport, bubonic plague, no antibiotics, filthy smoky air, boring evenings with no Netflix… we should respect the status quo…”

“I think that would be best, dear.” … idiot…


Sharing My World 15-07-2019

July 21, 2019 22 comments

Here is my post post Melanie’s Share Your World.

Why do we seem to respect the dead more than the living?
I don’t know. Maybe we’re worried they’re going to haunt us if we say something nasty…

Why is beauty associated with morality? Or not? (a few weeks back I asked a similar question, but the key word was MORTALITY, not MORALITY). 
I didn’t know it was – personally I don’t see any correlation between the two.

Have gadgets and apps taken away emotions?
For sure – I don’t bother smiling anymore, I just send a group smiley emoji 🙂

Is there a perfect life? What’s your version of a perfect life if you care to share?
I’m sure there is but I bet no-one’s ever had one. And tons of money isn’t it, that just brings more problems. Though “just enough and a bit more on top” sounds good. And maybe a pool, private helicopter and whatnot 🙂

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FF – See No Evil

July 17, 2019 57 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Roger Bultot.

For the other stories, click on the froggy!

I’m off to the cinema this evening to see Spiderman, hence the early posting of my story. I thought I’d use some of my lunch break to write this, rather than rush this evening 🙂

Copyright Roger Bultot


See no evil.

That was the central tenet. Nobody wanted to know. Nobody cared. It was the law. THEY enforced it.

When Samuel saw thugs beating up a boy, he couldn’t look the other way.

He knew it was wrong. He knew he shouldn’t. But he did it anyway. He shouted at them.

They abandoned their attack and fled.

Maybe he would be lucky? Maybe THEY hadn’t noticed?

A creaking disabused him. The hands on the Watcher opened. It looked at him.

He headed home. Maybe he would have time to say goodbye to his wife before THEY came for him.


Sharing My World 08-07-2019

July 14, 2019 26 comments

Here is my post for Melanie’s Share Your World.

Are you a Summer person? A Winter person? Or one of the other seasons suits you best?
Both seasons are nice. Cosy evenings in with the fire on in the winter, long days and open windows in the summer. The threat of snow and ice leads me to summer, though.

What is your favourite summer time clothing?

No, wait. I mean “nothing in particular”. Not “nothing at all”. Jeans, t-shirt and trainers at home and work. Plus some form of fleece at work for when they switch on the AC and I get chilly.

Do you find yourself eating out more during the summer? Or making ‘cold food’ like salads and stuff you can heat in the microwave?
I generally eat less in the summer, but usually the same sort of stuff.

Do you like watermelon? What’s your favourite summertime treat?
Yes, I like watermelon. I also like ice cream, and treated myself to one before my work summer party started a couple of weeks ago. Here it is! It’s Cornish clotted cream and strawberry, double scoop.


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FF – Where are they Now Part 1 – Jack

July 10, 2019 63 comments

Here is my post for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Dale Rogerson.

Well, I only remembered about this a little wee while ago as I was very busy at work. Now I’m out babysitting!

To read the other stories and add your own, click the froggy.

Copyright Dale Rogerson


Jack, of beanstalk fame, was living the high life. A giant here, an ogre there. Easy. It went to his head. It made him careless.

“Wow! Look at that great artwork!”

He admired the sculpture. He took pictures. He didn’t pay attention.

Fee fi fo fum, I smell a charging point, here I come! Fo fum fi fee, a quick bit of charge and then I’m free!

The giant’s giant electric car, silent in its approach, squished Jack into the pavement. The giant plugged in, absent-mindedly wiping some of Jack off his shoe.

From mighty giant killer to pavement art. Poor Jack 😦


Sharing My World 01-07-2019

July 7, 2019 23 comments

Here is my post for Melanie’s Share Your World.

Would (or do) you stop to help (presumably) stranded folks by the side of the road?
I’d slow down, have good laugh, say something rude then roar off heh heh 🙂

No, I wouldn’t do that. I wouldn’t even slow down. In every film I’ve ever seen the “broken down car” is an ambush.

Do you think the world is less mannerly today than in past times OR are we just more touchy and manners are as they’ve always been?
See previous answer!

What happens if you’re scared half to death, TWICE?
As mathematical genius Mr Squirrel has pointed out, If you keep halving something you never actually reach zero, so I’d be just fine!

If ALL the world’s a stage, where does the audience sit?
The audience is in your head and it never lets up jeering. Never, dammit!

Gratitude-y type question here
I just finished my two week annual leave and I got loads done! Two new tyres for the car (£310, dammit), new washer dryer (£400, dammit), mended the back fence, painted the front garden wall…

… baked a cake…

… made a stir fry…

… had a BBQ with home made burgers with my parents…

… and much much more 🙂

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FF – Eggs to Die For

July 3, 2019 61 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by J. Hardy Carroll.

Oh boy, I had trouble with this one. I’m very literal and all I could see was that huge American flag. I finally, after several attempts, managed a sort of a story which had no politics in!

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Copyright J. Hardy Carroll


Marco walked towards the counter, slipping slightly on the slick floor, almost tripping over the body of the waitress. He threw three dollars onto the counter. One fell off, landing in the bloody remains of the cook.

“Keep the change.”

It was a shame. If his eggs and bacon had been even remotely edible, no-one would have had to have died. This would cause an uproar. He’d have to reset. Damn 21st century humans.

He put the gun in his mouth, pulled the trigger, felt the psychic transfer and woke up 300 miles away in another diner, another body.

“Waitress, eggs and bacon.”